The chime sings soft, the night takes flight,
Moonbeams fade as dawn grows bright.
Coffee warms my sleepy hands,
While gold unfolds on silent lands.
'Ting… Ting… Ting…
A gentle musical chime coaxed me out of the dream world and into reality. A gust of wind hit my face, sending my bangs whipping. Fluttering my eyes open, I brushed back my hair and sat up.
Moonlight filled my room. I rose and walked to the open window, where the curtains fluttered softly. Peering outside, I saw quiet streets beneath a sky still holding the moon, its glow mingling with the shimmer of countless stars.
After freshening up, I headed to the kitchen. Flicking on the corner light, I gathered the ingredients. Coarsely grinding pistachios, I then turned to the coffee beans. Finally, after discarding the filter paper, I combined the coffee with cinnamon, a touch of vanilla, and a splash of milk—bringing it all together.
The wait was worth every second—and just in time, too. The sun was just beginning to rise. Turning toward the window, I savored the sunrise while taking slow sips of my aromatic coffee. That first sip? Pure happiness.
A slight chill crept in, so I grabbed a shawl and wrapped it around myself. Blissfully sipping my coffee, I watched as the sky transformed with shifting colors.
Have you ever had an experience like this?
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Comments (3)
Simple, calm and genuinely comforting! And yes — those little morning pockets exist. Not every day, but sometimes there’s that first sip… and everything feels briefly aligned before the world gets loud. I hope you are doing amazing! 😊
The coffee, yes. Watching the sky, no hehehe. Loved your poem and experience!
I kove quiet mornings, I've had a few rare occasions where I wake up before my son and get a moment to myself.